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A/N: Sorry it took so long. I forgot all about it!
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CHAPTER 7: Cyrus and Trevor
Cyrus lowered the newspaper from him and faced the triplets.
"Huge explosion at the auction ball leaving several aristocrats injured?!" Cyrus yelled.
"He did what he had to do," Sonic said.
"Well, now Robotnik knows who caused it and that he's with all of you!" Cyrus said.
"And he also knows that they'll have a tough time trying to catch him. He fights a different way than us, Cy," Manic said.
***
Ryan is outside of the room sitting on a bench reading a book. Coming from the front door is Trevor.
"Hey, Trev," Ryan said.
"Hi Ryan. They're talking about you, ya know," Trevor said leaning on the wall.
"I know. Just be lucky that no aristocrat died," Ryan said.
"I agree with ya. But it'll be both of our asses if you're wrong."
"Tell me, Trev, what would you do if you were in my shoes. Let's say you were kidnapped and taken to my world on Earth and had to escape, would you do the same I did?"
Trevor thought about it.
"I guess so. I don't know all that kung-fu stuff you can do, but I guess I would give your escape ideas some attempts."
"Good job. Basically, all you need is the intelligents in your head."
"I don't know how to repell or shoot guns."
"But you can fly!"
"Yeah. I was shot down and had to eject, though. You?"
"Never. Never crashed or wrecked an aircraft before."
"Lucky."
"I'm just a gung ho guy."
Sonic opened a door and stepped out to meet Ryan and Trevor.
"Hi, Trevor. Ryan, we'd like to see you now," Sonic said.
Ryan stood up and faced Trevor. Ryan and Trevor shook hand.
"Nice talking to ya," Ryan said.
"Nice talking to you, too," Trevor said back. They released and Ryan walked in the room with Sonic. Sonic looked at Trevor.
"What did you two talk about?" Sonic asked.
"Fighting. Sonic, he has pretty good fighting techniques. Almost makes me wish he were a part of the Resistance with us," Trevor said.
"Yeah, well, he's in a military auxilary on Earth. Maybe we could try to keep him here as long as possible. Realize he has to get back."
"Understood."
Sonic closed the door leaving Trevor outside. He sat in a chair and sighed. He then looked down and noticed the book Ryan was reading. He picked it up and it's titled, "The Special Forces, Endurance Techniques."
He flipped through a few pages to see black and white drawing of military soldiers doing all kind of combat maneuvers. He read a few pages and got pretty interested.
***
Inside the room with Ryan, Ryan is sittin' in a chair with wires hooked to him. Behind him is a lie-detector machine that Cyrus is looking at.
"Okay, Ryan, I'm going to ask you two test questrion before we get started. Please answer yes to both questions. Are you Senior Airman Ryan Michael Perreault?" Cyrus asked.
"Yes," Ryan replied.
"Have you ever been to the Floating Island?"
"Yes."
Cyrus looked at the machine wide-eyed. He shook it off and continued.
"Okay, then. Is Earth your home planet?"
"Yes."
"Did you actually bomb and kill Middle Eastern soldiers?"
"Yes."
"Did you kill any American soldiers on your planet?"
"No."
"Did you come to Mobius through a portal?"
"Yes."
"Did Robotnik or any of Robotnik's army take you through that portal?"
"Yes."
"Did you cause the center alley explosion?"
"Yes."
"Did you cause the aristocrat auction ballroom explosion?"
"Yes."
"Did you threaten Bartlby at gunpoint?"
"Yes."
"Have you killed any aristocrat at that ball?"
"No."
"Did you hurt any?"
"Yes."
"Were they in self-defense?"
"Yes."
"What does this have to do with anything?" Manic interrupted.
"I don't think he deserves questions like those, Cyrus," Sonia said.
"Okay," Cyrus gets up, "Take over if you want." Cyrus patted Ryan on the back and walked out of the room.
Sonia looked at the machine.
"Okay, Ryan, do you have any other fighting skills besides kung-fu and explosions?" Sonia asked.
"Yes," Ryan replied.
"Can you name a few?" Manic asked.
"I can fly jets, fight with knives, fight with poles, I'm a sharpshooter, I'm also a weapons expert at causing all kinds of explosions," Ryan explained.
"Last question... did you meet our mother?" Sonic asked. Ryan hesistated. "Did you meet our mother?"
"Yes. Yes, I did. I met her on the roof of a building. I saved her," Ryan said. Sonia turned off the machine and walked to Ryan face-to- face teary-eyed.
"What is she like?" Sonia asked.
"She's... tough," Ryan said.
"What do you mean, 'tough'?" Sonia asked.
"You'll have to see her for yourself. She's very nice," Ryan said.
Cyrus walked in the room again.
"Done?" Cyrus asked.
"Yeah," Ryan said. Cyrus checked out the machine's role of paper and went wide-eyed with surprise!
"Yikes! It seems that Ryan has total control over his emotions!" Cyrus said.
"Yeah, I was highly taught stress control," Ryan said. Sonic, sonia, and Manic looked at each other smerking, and they all winked. They smiled, put their hands behind their backs and they walked to Ryan.
"Say, Ryan, are you military trained enough to... teach others military training?" Sonia asked sedusively.
"I'm not an instructor, but I guess I could... why?" Ryan asked.
TO BE CONTINUED...
===================================================== A/N: I do NOT have total control over my emotions... but I DO have a book called "Endurance Techniques." That's it. =====================================================
CHAPTER 7: Cyrus and Trevor
Cyrus lowered the newspaper from him and faced the triplets.
"Huge explosion at the auction ball leaving several aristocrats injured?!" Cyrus yelled.
"He did what he had to do," Sonic said.
"Well, now Robotnik knows who caused it and that he's with all of you!" Cyrus said.
"And he also knows that they'll have a tough time trying to catch him. He fights a different way than us, Cy," Manic said.
***
Ryan is outside of the room sitting on a bench reading a book. Coming from the front door is Trevor.
"Hey, Trev," Ryan said.
"Hi Ryan. They're talking about you, ya know," Trevor said leaning on the wall.
"I know. Just be lucky that no aristocrat died," Ryan said.
"I agree with ya. But it'll be both of our asses if you're wrong."
"Tell me, Trev, what would you do if you were in my shoes. Let's say you were kidnapped and taken to my world on Earth and had to escape, would you do the same I did?"
Trevor thought about it.
"I guess so. I don't know all that kung-fu stuff you can do, but I guess I would give your escape ideas some attempts."
"Good job. Basically, all you need is the intelligents in your head."
"I don't know how to repell or shoot guns."
"But you can fly!"
"Yeah. I was shot down and had to eject, though. You?"
"Never. Never crashed or wrecked an aircraft before."
"Lucky."
"I'm just a gung ho guy."
Sonic opened a door and stepped out to meet Ryan and Trevor.
"Hi, Trevor. Ryan, we'd like to see you now," Sonic said.
Ryan stood up and faced Trevor. Ryan and Trevor shook hand.
"Nice talking to ya," Ryan said.
"Nice talking to you, too," Trevor said back. They released and Ryan walked in the room with Sonic. Sonic looked at Trevor.
"What did you two talk about?" Sonic asked.
"Fighting. Sonic, he has pretty good fighting techniques. Almost makes me wish he were a part of the Resistance with us," Trevor said.
"Yeah, well, he's in a military auxilary on Earth. Maybe we could try to keep him here as long as possible. Realize he has to get back."
"Understood."
Sonic closed the door leaving Trevor outside. He sat in a chair and sighed. He then looked down and noticed the book Ryan was reading. He picked it up and it's titled, "The Special Forces, Endurance Techniques."
He flipped through a few pages to see black and white drawing of military soldiers doing all kind of combat maneuvers. He read a few pages and got pretty interested.
***
Inside the room with Ryan, Ryan is sittin' in a chair with wires hooked to him. Behind him is a lie-detector machine that Cyrus is looking at.
"Okay, Ryan, I'm going to ask you two test questrion before we get started. Please answer yes to both questions. Are you Senior Airman Ryan Michael Perreault?" Cyrus asked.
"Yes," Ryan replied.
"Have you ever been to the Floating Island?"
"Yes."
Cyrus looked at the machine wide-eyed. He shook it off and continued.
"Okay, then. Is Earth your home planet?"
"Yes."
"Did you actually bomb and kill Middle Eastern soldiers?"
"Yes."
"Did you kill any American soldiers on your planet?"
"No."
"Did you come to Mobius through a portal?"
"Yes."
"Did Robotnik or any of Robotnik's army take you through that portal?"
"Yes."
"Did you cause the center alley explosion?"
"Yes."
"Did you cause the aristocrat auction ballroom explosion?"
"Yes."
"Did you threaten Bartlby at gunpoint?"
"Yes."
"Have you killed any aristocrat at that ball?"
"No."
"Did you hurt any?"
"Yes."
"Were they in self-defense?"
"Yes."
"What does this have to do with anything?" Manic interrupted.
"I don't think he deserves questions like those, Cyrus," Sonia said.
"Okay," Cyrus gets up, "Take over if you want." Cyrus patted Ryan on the back and walked out of the room.
Sonia looked at the machine.
"Okay, Ryan, do you have any other fighting skills besides kung-fu and explosions?" Sonia asked.
"Yes," Ryan replied.
"Can you name a few?" Manic asked.
"I can fly jets, fight with knives, fight with poles, I'm a sharpshooter, I'm also a weapons expert at causing all kinds of explosions," Ryan explained.
"Last question... did you meet our mother?" Sonic asked. Ryan hesistated. "Did you meet our mother?"
"Yes. Yes, I did. I met her on the roof of a building. I saved her," Ryan said. Sonia turned off the machine and walked to Ryan face-to- face teary-eyed.
"What is she like?" Sonia asked.
"She's... tough," Ryan said.
"What do you mean, 'tough'?" Sonia asked.
"You'll have to see her for yourself. She's very nice," Ryan said.
Cyrus walked in the room again.
"Done?" Cyrus asked.
"Yeah," Ryan said. Cyrus checked out the machine's role of paper and went wide-eyed with surprise!
"Yikes! It seems that Ryan has total control over his emotions!" Cyrus said.
"Yeah, I was highly taught stress control," Ryan said. Sonic, sonia, and Manic looked at each other smerking, and they all winked. They smiled, put their hands behind their backs and they walked to Ryan.
"Say, Ryan, are you military trained enough to... teach others military training?" Sonia asked sedusively.
"I'm not an instructor, but I guess I could... why?" Ryan asked.
TO BE CONTINUED...
===================================================== A/N: I do NOT have total control over my emotions... but I DO have a book called "Endurance Techniques." That's it. =====================================================